𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍, peter pevensie ✓

nine.

09

PROPERTY

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Alex had decided that it was best to let the four Pevensie children spend the morning alone together. After all, she had been up the whole night with the prophecy running through her mind like a pack of wolves, tearing down any other thought that appeared.

Who was the Crimson Knight?

With a groan as all her muscles ached from turning in her bed all night, Alex jumped form the piles of pillows and blankets to get dressed. She could see that there had been a soft, silver dress left out for her, most likely by Susan. Alex could see her nose scrunch up in detest at the thought of having to wear a gown again because it didn't go so well for her last time.

So she sat down with the silver fabric in her hand and started to cut the dress into her desired style until it was just long enough to cover her upper body as a shirt instead of a gown. Lexi also had to dig deep through the chest of clothing to find something other than more dress materials and finally a pair of trousers that she could put on instead. Sure, they were a bit large on her, but she didn't mind.

Alexandra glanced deeply into the mirror to look at her appearance; the silver bodice of the outfit tightened around her waist which would be ideal under a set of armour and the trousers were ideal for training. However, Alex did do one thing that Susan and Lucy would approve of and that was braiding the fronts of her hair so that they were gripped behind her head but left the rest of her white curls alone. Yet, to finish her attire, Alex let the silver axe hang from a belt that rested on her hips and almost instinctively she touched the locket with the purple gem before leaving.

"Peter!" Alex called out as she neared the table where Susan had just departed with her bow and arrow in hand, Lucy trailed behind her but still managed to send a wave to the Dawson girl, "Edmund! Come on, we have a lot to do and so little time to do it."

"What?" Edmund questioned with furrowed brows.

Alexandra excitedly smiled at the thought of not only getting to train the two boys but to show them what she was made of, "Aslan has trusted me with teaching you guys a few tricks and how to actually use a sword without hurting yourself more than your opponent."

Edmund's eyebrows only seemed to creep closer together in confusion and denial at a girl training him to fight a battle, back in London his friends would laugh at him. Lexi and Peter both noticed it and the girl took her weapon from her belt and let it fly with force from her left hand behind her without even looking at the path that it was taking. Her right hand came up to the side as the axe circled around and landed swiftly back to the owner.

"Wow," Edmund's eyes widened at the sight of the destruction of the axe and the girl that wielded it. Each of the spaced-out, straw targets each held holes within their chests.

Peter just grinned widely, "Alex is a soldier, she will teach us just as well, if not better, as General Oreius or any member from Aslan's army."

The girl neared them just in time to hear the last few words, "Peter, this isn't Aslan's army. This is your army."

"Should we?" he asked and motioned towards the stables where they were supposed to train in front of the General before learning how to fight on horseback, he got two robotic nods as they started to stroll towards the camp once more.

Alexandra had been quick to select one of the horses from the stable alongside the two boys, yet unlike the others, she didn't pick the biggest or strongest horse. She selected one that she had recognised from Witch's hostages, his black coat was littered with scars of all shapes and sizes. Marcellus had been a prisoner since birth like many other Narnians that the Witch had planned to train for her cause, but Edmund wasn't the only one to be rescued that day.